You're aging. You're single/divorced. You're an angry male hater. You're gender-confused. You're menopausal — or suffering from Bush Derangement Syndrome. Where to let off all that pent-up vitriol? Put on unwashed clothes, don't shave the facial hair, grab a sign, shriek like a baboon and march at the Capitol. F-Yeah! That'll prove your relevance to society. This little coffee klatch of wymyn are coming to the Capitol every month in anticipation of the RNC conference, and they will not be silenced.
I could earn some serious coin by selling dark sunglasses to convention goers, along with the bacon dogs. Imagine the look on their faces after I say, "Girls: you look like you could use a wiener."